Sports Illustrated- Los AngelesKingscoach Darryl Sutter may soon have to cede the bench to his son, Chris, who stole the show during the 2015 NHL All-Star Game in Columbus.

The Sutter duo teamed up to coach Team Foligno, who lost 17-12 to Team Toews.So, are we going to discuss the elephant in the room? The fact that Chris Sutter is absolutely adopted? There is just simply no way a coaching performance that electric is biologically indebted to the most bland, monotonous coach in all of sports. I refuse to believe it. Chris Sutter shared more laughs, smiles, and well…words with his players in 6 seconds than Daryl Sutter has in his entire illustrious career. Real talk. Looks aside, you would think that Daryl Sutter is the one that battles a mental handicap, not his son. The guy has a personality drier than left over turkey. I actually think that Chris Sutter's biggest accomplishment isn't laying the smack on Down's Syndrome, but conquering his genetic proclivity to banality. I am fairly green in terms of dealing with those that face mental limitations, but I would imagine that those that parent them dream they live a lifetime of happiness. Well, there's certainly no downs in this syndrome. Chris Sutter has experienced more highs than Josh Gordon on an airplane. He basically maintains permanent real estate on cloud 9. Obviously there are trials and tribulations that the Sutter family faces on a daily basis. Despite those, it's safe to say that he remains the envy of every single Rangers and Flyers fan. Probably get 75% of them to straight up trade lives upon request. Can't imagine it would be much to their cerebral detriment anyway. For that reason alone I would love to share a beer with him and discuss Stanley Cup glory. I also think that parents of those affected by handicaps hope they develop the ability to adapt to society. Chris hasn't had a single problem doing that. All due respect to John MacLean, but the Devils would have been better off with Chris running the ship the first half of the 2010-2011 season. I would be quicker to piss down my leg and develop a stutter than to logically talk strategy with Patty Kane and Alexander Ovechkin on national television. I probably would have been falling in love with the wall, and muttering "put-puh-puh-please don't do this to me". Easily would have shown more symptoms of mental inhibition had I been sharing the bench with Chris Sutter. Meanwhile, he is chirping refs and dapping up Bobby Ryan as if they were life long friends. The kid has shown victorious over more obstacles in one day of his life than I can even begin to comprehend. His ability to overcome adversity puts us all to shame while simultaneously bringing a smile to our collective face. During a game that lacked any enthusiasm whatsoever, Chris Sutter reminded us why we love this sport. The down-to-earth nature of the players. The ability to touch us emotionally. A community whose passion for the sport, more often than not, is too grandiose for words. Chris Sutter was able to tug on the heart strings and make us feel some type of way, even at the most unexpected of times. That in itself was a gift large enough to make All Star weekend worth every second. P.S. Not for nothing, scintillating Cup raise game.